Fly high

Flying is a beautiful thing, especially when sitting next to the window. That time the plane takes off your little journey to the sky starts. You fligh higher and higher, similar to situations in life. Until Reiseflughöhe, a point where you have all the clouds under you, and the sun slowly setting, shining on them with a warm orange/pink color. This creates an atmosphere where you again realize what an amazing impact nature has on our earth. Nature *is* our earth. The horizon and all the clouds flowing around calmly and nature underneath living.

Über den Wolken, da muss die Freiheit wohl grenzenlos sein. Alle Ängste, alle Sorgen sagt man, liegen darunter verborgen und dann, würde was uns groß und wichtig erscheint, plötzlich nichtig und klein.

This is an incredible beautiful and peaceful place. All the trouble down there, on earth doesn't matter, you are close to God now, getting overwhelmed by his energy. You have a view on the world usually only him has, see the infinity of this beautiful planet, all the clouds forming symbols. And so you start seeing that flying describes your life journey. Every now and then you fly high, you become high on life so fast, you don't even really see anymore how fast you are. Your life is so good, you feel as gravity is not working anymore and you are just bouncing on clouds.
But then every flight has an end, every tank is empty at one point and you land. With every take off there is a landing some time. You come back to earth, back to reality, where there are problems, stress and discomfort. Luckily, when you choose to fly the next time, is all up to you.